Tai sui

Xi Ping's mind was blank for a moment, and he called out "Third Brother" dreamily, but he didn't know whether he called out or not.

A phantom flashed in front of his eyes, he vaguely heard the sound of water on the banks of the Lingyang River 20 years ago, and forgot where he was.

With a flick of Zhou Ying's sleeve, Xi Pingtian's coffin seemed to have been knocked open and filled with cold water from the top of his head to the bone of his tail.

The phantom fog that lingered around dissipated, and he could see clearly the person in front of him and the surrounding scenery—on the mirror closest to him, a bald acquaintance was entangled in the endless loop of his own destiny for countless times, with no other thoughts , without looking outside.

Xi Ping was shocked, and before he had time to think about anything else, he pulled back his scattered sanity: "Is it the one that the late emperor fished from Wudu Haihai? Can it stop the cicadas from sloughing?"

"Of course not. Didn't you kill the demon yourself?" Zhou Ying raised her eyebrows, "Why aren't you awake yet?"

Xi Ping: "What..."

Hearing a whistling like a hurricane, the soul-searching cicada's spiritual consciousness knocked away the shattered pure Taoist heart, swept away Zhou Ying's crumbling spiritual platform, and approached.

Xi Ping turned around suddenly, and saw that the so-called "heart demon seed" sounded mysterious, but it was actually a layer of glaze as thin as a cicada's wing!

Back then, the heart demon in Wudu Seabed was shattered by the spiritual platform that was blown up when the half-immortal built the foundation. How could the heart demon be so clever?A cicada sloughs out of breath and can be wiped out.

The two of them seemed to be two little bugs hiding in a paper lantern in a violent storm, and the demonic barrier could not stop anything. Xi Ping almost felt the sword energy reaching his brow, and he couldn't open his eyes.

For a moment, he didn't know if the demon seed had been broken, so he jumped up instinctively and stood in front of Zhou Ying. The transparent strings on his fingertips flashed, and he was about to act like a cart, embarrassed and clumsy.

However, the severe pain that was expected to be severed by a thousand swords did not fall on him. The countless mirrors of the heart demon reflected the light of the sword. Hui Xuanyin and Zhou Ying started colluding with the Blind Wolf King more than ten years ago, and Lu Wu lurked into Beili...

Xi Ping's back was as stiff as a coffin board, and he subconsciously held his breath.

The image reflected on the prism surface of the heart demon should be the leftover projection of Zhou Ying's spiritual consciousness before he got in.At this moment, the master cicada who searched for souls seemed to have just walked into a dark place, with limited light source, saw the mirror of the reflection, and covered his face from a long distance.

But the mirror image is definitely different from the real consciousness. Once the other party senses something is wrong, they can immediately catch them.

Xi Ping quickly asked: "Third brother, did you use the pure way to take this thing away? What supernatural powers will you have after subduing the demon?"

Zhou Ying said: "To this heart demon, I am like the heart demon himself."

Xi Ping's head grew dizzy after hearing this "crazy talk"—the heart demon himself is a trash who lives by talking, and can only be used as fodder in the bottomless sea.

What can something like that do!

He struggled, still holding on to the chance that "the third brother is reliable": "Then can you control what is reflected on the mirror surface of the heart demon? Can you try to make up some 'memory' to deceive it?"

"You can make it up, but it's impossible to cheat it," Zhou Ying said still unhurriedly, "The soul searcher Cicada, I guess it's probably the head of Kunlun. Because, now I can barely keep up with the screen, I am a small foundation, and the speed of editing can’t keep up with his flipping. It’s okay for him to flip it by himself. As soon as I mix it up, people will immediately notice something is wrong. You don’t like it Isn’t it fast enough, stop being smart.”

Xi Ping broke down and said: "I can't think of sarcastic remarks in the Qingjing Dao, but it makes you suffocate, doesn't it? Do you have any tricks!"

"Be safe and don't be impatient." Zhou Ying frowned, "Why are you so presumptuous now?"

Xi Ping: "..."

His consciousness is special, even if it is broken, he may not necessarily die, but Zhou Ying, that bastard who has not escaped, his heart is broken, and his body does not know how long he can last, only this little consciousness is left!

"I kneel down for you, brother. It's not long before you established your foundation to subdue the heart demon. He will be able to turn to this paragraph soon. What else will we play by then..."

However, at this moment, the scene of Zhi Xiu and Zhou Ying discussing the envoy to Beili suddenly flashed on the mirror of the heart demon.

Xi Ping's inspiration at this time was already stretched to the extreme, and he glanced over and immediately caught the wrong picture: when they were discussing the trip to Beili, there were only three people present in the cabin on Feiqiong Peak, and even Xi Yue was lying next door. with.But at this time, on the mirror of the inner demon, there were only three people in the hut, but there were definitely more than three people on the ground.

What's even more bizarre is that other scenes passed by in a flash, and the soul searchers turned to this ghost-like scene, but the speed suddenly slowed down.

Xi Ping was apprehensive, not knowing what was going on, so he cast his questioning eyes on Zhou Ying.

"Don't look, it's not me, as I said, I can't keep up with Chanhui's soul-searching speed, and I don't dare to mess around under his nose."

"Then this is..."

"It is said that the heart demon has nine thousand faces, and anyone who has a spirit can see himself in it." Zhou Ying said softly, "Naturally, I can also see this master of soul searching."

As soon as the words were finished, Xi Ping heard a soft sound. He thought something was broken, and his heart almost stopped.When I looked up, I found that there was fog floating on the heart demon that was originally thinner than a piece of paper. The mist seemed to be quietly absorbing the aura of the soul-searching cicada, making a soft "click" sound like ice, the heart demon's The shell gradually became thicker, and the pressure of Cicada Shelter Sword Cultivator instantly lightened a lot.

At the same time, with the "investigation" by the soul searchers, the images reflected on the prism on the surface of the demon species are becoming more and more vivid.

For a moment, Xi Ping almost thought that those on the mirror were real people, and he could even feel everyone's cultivation and aura.

And that picture is the reflection of the soul searcher's consciousness, the more detailed and deeper the other party's path, the more spiritual energy the heart demon will absorb from him, and the stronger the outer wall will be.In less than a moment, the coercion that almost broke Xi Ping's spine was almost completely blocked by the inner demon, and the "white paper lantern" became an impregnable wall... like a metaphor: the more you dig, the farther you are from the truth.

Xi Ping was dumbfounded: This is okay?

Just now, all the real memories that belonged to Zhou Ying were planted by the heart demon, but the soul searchers just went through them without looking carefully, and only picked out the problematic ones.

"No matter how true the truth is, people will believe it, and they will always believe what they want to believe." Zhou Ying boldly reached out and knocked on the shell of the heart demon, and the soul searcher outside was unaware, "I can't fool him, but He can do it himself."

On the prism of the Demon Seed, the dark shadows around Zhi Xiu and Zhou Ying got the attention of the soul searchers and became clearer. One of them, Xi Ping, would never admit his mistake—there is no such thing in the world. The second monk who is so bald and has no legs is Zhuo Ming.

The soul hunters thought that Zhuo Ming was with them.

Xi Ping was stunned for a moment, trying to replay Jinping's defense battle from the perspective of an outsider, and found that it was impossible to think about it: Zhuo Ming went all the way to lure Sanyueshan and Xiang Ning to collide with Xuanyin Map, and Xiang Ning used As soon as it was scrapped, Sanyue fell into chaos, but Zhi Xiu took the opportunity to break through the shackles of Lingshan and break through the cicada's transformation.In this battle, the Great Elder Xuanyin went twice, leaving only Si Ming the most unbeatable... or Zhixiu's master, the impregnable thousand-year-old Lingshan changed hands overnight.

Zhuo Ming, who plays an important role in it, is not like one of them, which makes sense!

Pushing forward according to this line of thought, a large part of the reason why Xuanyin Mountain tolerated Lu Wu's birth at that time was the birth of Qiu Sha.And Sanyue's loss of Yueman Xinsheng, turning from a peak to a decline, is inseparable from Hui Xiangjun's manipulative Huawai Furnace...

The person searching for the soul and Xi Ping "sees the same thing as a hero", and obviously also thought of it, and the other shadows on the screen turned into the appearance of Qiu Sha and Hui Xiangjun.

Reincarnated wood, Wuxin lotus, Yongchun brocade, late autumn red, climbing in the snow... In the small wooden house, ancient demons and gods from all ages are gathered. The mysterious forces that were strangled and suppressed by Lingshan back then are gathering together again, plotting to subvert Lingshan.

And in the subconscious of this master soul searcher, these ancient demon gods exist in a very special way - they are all in the shadows.On that screen, living people Zhi Xiu and Xi Ping were also sitting in the backlight, their faces blurred.

The map of Dawan...even the secret land of the South China Sea happens to be the shadow of Lingshan.

Xi Ping thought: He doesn't think that behind us "evil gardeners" are the map and the South China Sea secret realm, right?

As soon as the thought flashed through, he saw the outlines of a dragon and a dead salamander in the messy shadows in the cabin. The soul searcher obviously thought so.

Immediately afterwards, this huge man-made conspiracy is like a Dao Xin, which serves as a framework and perfectly explains everything that Xi Ping has learned more or less in recent years.

In the flashing images on the Heart Demon Seed, Zhou Ying's real memory is getting more and more blurred, and the Heart Demon Seed is like a Dao Heart that is constantly being polished, the shell is getting stronger and thicker.

Suddenly, the person searching for the soul seemed to realize something, the originally extremely clear picture on the shell of the heart demon was blurred, and the focus of the picture on the prism fell on the faded Zhou Ying without warning.

Immediately afterwards, the heart demon was shaken, and Zhou Ying's real memory was revealed again. The shell of the heart demon was cracked layer by layer, and the coercion of Cicada Sword Cultivator penetrated the shell of the heart demon again.

Xi Ping's hairs stood on end: "What's going on?"

"Cicada's inspiration continues to Lingshan," Zhou Ying said, "It seems that Kunlun Mountain can't stand it anymore."

The soul searcher obviously realized that something was wrong with Zhou Ying, and the speed of reviewing his memory was much slower. "Looking" saw Zhou Ying fly to the main peak after receiving the Dao Heart of Princess Duanrui...

Zhou Ying is the inner demon seed obtained at the main peak.And once the heart demon is seen, all illusions will fade, just like a glass ball.

Bad dish!

Xi Ping protected Zhou Ying and backed away: "What do you think about cheating in other people's lair... What are you doing?"

Zhou Ying passed over his shoulder and pressed his hand on the heart demon seed. A scene suddenly inserted in the corner of the shell of the heart demon seed: The Blind Wolf King of Beijue Mountain received a letter from the south and opened it in front of Zhou Ying. up.

With Zhou Ying's cultivation, if there is too much noise, it will definitely be self-defeating, so he just mentions this memory to a very marginal place, letting it pass by so quickly that Xi Ping didn't even see it clearly.

However, an incredible thing happened again. The soul searcher who was about to dig out the heart demon species captured the lightning-like picture. It seemed that he suddenly lost interest in Zhou Ying. The original picture on the edge mentioned the heart demon species. The exact middle of all prisms.

Xi Ping's gaze immediately fell on the letter in the hand of the Blind Wolf King. The letter carried a menacing sword aura, stronger than the coercion of the soul-searching cicada.

"That is……"

"The letter from the servant sword slave to the blind wolf king." Zhou Ying said, "It's true. I haven't seen the content of the letter, but it's almost the same. I guess it's to reprimand him not to meddle in the affairs between the two countries... But the head of Kunlun may not think so. According to legend, the blind wolf king and the servant sword slave were brothers and sisters of the same school, and the poisoning of the servant sword slave in the South Mine is so strange."

Before he finished speaking, the soul searchers no longer cared about Zhou Ying's little foundation building, and the scene of "group shadows conspiring" in the Feiqiong Peak cabin was revealed again.

This time, besides the bald iron tower and the beauty, the shadow on the ground has something else—in the corner, because it is too big, it is integrated with the beams and columns of the wooden house, and only a little bit of the edge is exposed...it is the hilt of a big sword .

It looks like a night cream!

A strong light burst out from the heart demon in an instant, and a small... sword-shaped imprint flew out along the soul-searching consciousness.

Before Xi Ping had time to ask what it meant, he and Zhou Ying heard voices outside at the same time.

A strange man—presumably the master cicada slough who searched for souls just now, said to the high priest, "Wu Lingxiao, it really is her."

The high priest sighed: "Slave Servant... Alas, Slave Servant, she and Xie Lin really hold grudges about what happened back then."

Xi Ping turned his head to look at Zhou Ying in shock, not keeping up with the thoughts of this cicada slough master for a moment: Could it be that this person suspects that there is an inner ghost in Kunlun Mountains, and that the inner ghost is the sword slave himself, and the poisoning is self-directed and acted?

The pens that write about Zhuo Ming and Su Wuxiu's feelings in the grass newspapers don't have such a broad mind!

Zhou Ying laughed and raised a finger at him: Shh——

Then I heard the strange man who had just searched for his soul say again: "Lingshan was born to punish evil and suppress demons. I have learned from ancient sayings that there are shadows under the light, and peace and happiness are in danger." Xuanyin has the ambitious map, and Nanshu has the seabed. In the abyss, the crisis in Western Chu is in the mountains, it seems that the 'shadow' of our Kunlun is on us... No wonder we inherited the master's Taoism, and we were turned away by Wanshuang."

The headmaster and elders searched hard for the way of swordsmanship, but they still couldn't pull out Wanshuang's scabbard. Watching the world's first sword fell into the hands of an unknown little junior, it was tantamount to the sword sect being separated from the master. They slapped them for thousands of years.

So much so that the dignified thousand-year-old cicada sloughs off, and now she is going to be restrained by an arrogant ugly woman.

Could they be inferior to that sword servant?

That's impossible.

So there is only one explanation for the matter: the late frost betrays the master.

"This is Cicada's heart demon, and the heart demon has been planted," Zhou Ying said, "This is what Elder Si Xinglin taught me, isn't it fun?"

"Lin...what did he teach you?"

"Cicada is certainly a puppet of Lingshan, but the human nature of this puppet sometimes breaks free from Lingshan's 'rules', no matter whether it is good or bad." Zhou Ying said, "As long as the thoughts are strong enough-look, the bet is won."

Xi Ping's 32 teeth itched at the same time, and for a moment, he knew why Xi Yue liked to bite people: "Are you sick?!"

Without waiting for Zhou Ying to reprimand, Xi Ping quickly said: "Lu Wu lost contact, did you do it? Untie it and let me come over, hurry up!"

If the heart of the Tao is broken, the body must die. Fortunately, there is a demon with a heart that temporarily protects Zhou Ying's consciousness.Xi Ping doesn't know much about the inner demon species, but he feels that his current state may be similar to Liang Chen who took medicine back then.

If this is the case, it should be too late to bring him back to Xuanyin Mountain immediately and ask the master to find a way.

Although that means that the road to immortality will be cut off, and Shouyuan will also...

Zhou Ying looked at him amusedly: "Why, the ascension of the spirit under Yueman's nose doesn't count, you still want to snatch the corpse under the sword of the three cicadas, if you can bear it..."

Xi Ping suddenly exploded when he heard the word "snatch the corpse": "You talk nonsense!"

Zhou Ying suddenly reached out and patted his head, as if he was still eight years old, when he heard the voice of the head of Kunlun coming from outside: "High Priest, the demons are rampant, and the sword servant has Wanshuang in his hand, and Wanshuang is attached to my Kunlun A large formation, if you are not careful, it will shake the foundation of Lingshan, so don't startle the snake. This Wanren is dead, I just froze his consciousness, in case his consciousness dissipates and Xuanyin notices it, you said there is a way, what should I do now? "

When the high priest waved, Zhou Ying's body floated up.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "it's good to cut off his connection with the famous disciple of Xuanyin Mountain, and just say that Wanshi is a guest in Kunlun—since peace talks are going to be held, Xuanyin is keeping a hostage here, and Zhi Xiu can't say anything about it." What."

Xi Ping's first reaction was that it was impossible. If Kunlun could cut off the nameplate of Xuanyin's disciple, he would have annexed Xuanyin Mountain long ago.

"Based on your cultivation, going to Kunlun is to deliver food. Why, you still want to invite your master to be a rescuer for me?" Zhou Ying laughed, "I can't afford to lose that person—the heart demon was planted in Kunlun Mountain. Now, you know the ins and outs, go, I have arrived at my destination."

"you……"

Xi Ping didn't finish a sentence, but his spiritual consciousness was withdrawing uncontrollably—his spiritual consciousness relied on the reincarnated wood sapling that Zhou Ying planted on his body. !

I only heard the head of Kunlun say: "You mean...where?"

what?

He said that special word that Xi Ping couldn't understand.

Xi Ping has never regretted in his life that he has never studied Beili language intensively.

"It's about the 'Infinite Mirror', an artifact of the Kunlun Mountains." Zhou Ying's figure was no longer visible, and only his spiritual consciousness whispered in his ear, "The foundation of the world's first spiritual mountain is the foundation of every top-level inspiration. Take a look. I won't die, take care of Bering for me..."

Xi Ping: "Third brother!"

"Xiaobao, let's see outside."